[The walk back to Monte d’Or with @2rich4montedor.bsky.social is a somber one. She stays silent, but her mind begins to race as they get closer and closer] [A thought occurs, and she tries to hide her guilt and discomfort. Her eyes dart over to Dalston]

[She walks out of the Ascot house and spots Memory Knoll] …Vero? Please, if you can hear me, come over! Vero? [She half expects to see someone there, but it is empty. Walking around to the back, she continues to call Vero’s name] (Is there nothing I can do? Why does no one ever listen?)

[Her footsteps are quiet as she makes her way down the stairs to the Ascots’ living room. She looks around, and her voice is gentle as she calls to @fabricatedfatality.bsky.social ] …Simon?

[She’s wandering the upstairs hallway. When she finds Randall’s room, she stops and steps in. It was so easy to be taken back to that time, when everything was just a little simpler] [When Henry was alive] [She stands, motionless. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.]

[It’s no surprise her dreams are eventful. On the old path on the outskirts of Stansbury, she stumbles over several corpses. Some charred, some mauled, others peaceful and at rest. There’s a gun in her hands and a gun pointed at her and a gun pointed at the bodies, all the bodies of everyone she—

[“𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦.”]

[She quietly makes her way out of her former house as her mind whirls. It’s almost as if she’s not in control of herself, anymore. There’s a sense of dread in the air as she walks towards where she heard the sound] [A path on the very edge of Stansbury. One that is burned into her memory]

[She makes her way up the staircase, as she checks to make sure the wood is relatively stable. A step that she and Felix often skipped over gives a dangerous creak, but she hurriedly steps off]

[Her head is fuzzy as she pulls herself up off the ground. What happened? There’s still a sense of panic as she looks around, alone] …Henry? @therandallestascot.bsky.social ? @fabricatedfatality.bsky.social ? …Is anyone here…?

[She’s looking around the mansion, mind racing, heart pounding. The fact that’s it’s Father’s Day is hardly the first thing on her mind] @henryledore.bsky.social? @therandallestascot.bsky.social? @2rich4montedor.bsky.social? Are you there?

It’s June, already…Time has gone by so quickly, with all these…events occurring. In any case, I hope everyone has a happy Pride this year. (Closer and closer to the twentieth…I know he won’t…die, but…)

I wondered if a rest would reverse the effects of the curse, but…

Why am I so… (…so angular)

There’s a rumble of a gentle summer storm in the distance, and she rubs her face. She hadn’t heard any thunder when she went to sleep. At that moment, she takes in her surroundings. A rocky, yet forested area similar to Stansbury.

[She’s wringing her hands together, her mind elsewhere] (His last full day. You knew this was coming, Angela. It’s nothing new.) (But of course, now that I know about the circumstances behind it…) (…Will something happen to Simon? I can’t…)

[It seems that walking around was too much, as the pain in her stomach has kept her in bed. The days coming don’t help, even though she’s faced them many times before. It’s obviously much different now, in more ways than one.]

This is a very lovely drawing; thank you to whoever designed it.

Hello, Charolette. To answer your question, I do. I’m fond of apple pie, so perhaps we could bake one together at some point.

(Sweefis? Who…) I’ve been planning to remove it, but I’m still afraid of what Randall would do if Descole came into contact with him. And I’m not sure it would be entirely safe to leave to sign the legal documents.

Hello to you too, Ran.

(Mother’s Day…And my first year actually being a mother. It’s a lot to get used to, but I wouldn’t trade Jesse and Charolette for the world.) (Of course, this day always poses the same question: Should I write to my own mother?)

I’ve seen quite a few of these, so I’ve made one, too. angela-ledore.straw.page

[She’s groggily woken up; the anesthesia slowly wearing off. She can feel the dull pain in her abdomen more, however, and she winces at the slightest movement. After a long, restless night, she managed to get several hours of sleep]

[As she is lulled off to sleep by her pure exhaustion, she’s caught up in a familiar moment] [Felix is at the kitchen table, feet swinging as he works on his math homework.]

[She slowly comes to, her head clouded by the anesthesia that is yet to completely wear off. She’d been resting for a good while after the surgery.]

@simonpechthold.bsky.social @therandallestascot.bsky.social Where are you.

Who exactly is this man…? (Something feels very off, though)

[She looks over to the mantle, where Golden Mask’s vase is being repeatedly patted with a small hand] ?!

…What on earth?

(I thought I remembered Brenda bringing up the fact that she liked trinkets and souvenirs…) [She looks at her figures Mordaunt gave her: A miniature Hotel Maurice and Reunion Inn…with bunny ears] (…I hope she doesn’t mind the extra…flair that they have)

OKAY SO IT DID WORK. I COULD SEE YOU PERFECTLY CLEAR. ONLY I BELIEVE THE CHIP HAS SOMEHOW HINDERED MY ABILITY TO PLACE MY THOUGHTS ON PAPER. IN OTHER WORDS IM SHIT AT DRAWING NOW. I HAVE TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD PRONTO. I NEED TO BE ABLE TO DRAW PLANS.

[She’s in the attic, digging through old boxes with “Felix” scrawled in marker. Her parents gave several of his belongings to her, unable to handle the presence in their home] (Just overreacting. I must be wrong.)

@therandallestascot.bsky.social @simonpechthold.bsky.social Are you two in Monte d’Or?

(Targent…Targent…I feel like I’ve heard the name before in relation to archaeology. But where?) (…Surely not. Not that.)

[As she prepares herself for sleep, a thought crosses through her mind] (Claire swapped places with Hershel, so does that mean that Hershel had a kidney stolen?!) … (Does that mean that Hershel “died” in an Azran ruin?) …. (They really do take everyone away.)

(No matter how much he tries to deny it, I think Henry truly did want to talk with Randall.) @therandallestascot.bsky.social Randall? Do you have a minute?

[There’s a gentle knock on the study door] @henryledore.bsky.social Henry? Are you in there?

[She’s washing the dishes, but her mind is far away. When the water is warm, it feels like the ooze that Ran threw up. When it is cold, she can imagine the blood of the corpse, fresh, yet congealed]

I am definitely taking a break from any romantic relationships.

[She’s hurriedly running through the ruins; any concerns about being alone out the window] (Why do they never listen?) [Her heart is beating out of her chest] (Why do they always leave?!)

(I haven’t seen Henry or Alphonse lately…Surely they’re both alright. Surely I’m overthinking.)

Due to the large number of people with the name “Randall”.…I think we need to come up with a way to keep everyone apart. One of you is going to come when someone says “Randall,” but it will be the wrong person.

(…It’s just taking him a long time to free Desmond. It must be quite a hard task. There’s no other reason why he’s not home. You’re overthinking.) (Why do I feel a horrible sense of Deja vu…?)

(In and out, in and out…. Just look at something! Ask yourself what color it is! Why isn’t it working? It usually does; I don’t understand…! what if I smell it again? What if they’re both dead? What if I’ve let them out of my sight and now… and now… I’m not usually like this…what’s wrong)

Why does the clock say 12:48 when it most certainly is not?

I need a strong drink.

…Is this a relative of Henry I am unaware of? (He almost looks like…no, that couldn’t be right…)

[She’s looking at various vessels and vases that could be used to put dust in] (That one…was Mr. Ascot’s favorite. So that’s off the table. And this one…Lady Ascot loves that one too much.) (Ah..!) [She’s found a purple pot that seems to be for decoration. It has a lid on it] Yes, this is great.

I haven’t seen Mordaunt around, lately. It’s quite unlike him. I ought to make sure he’s alright. …And then talk to him about this whole “imposter” situation.

@simonpechthold.bsky.social Simon, I think I’m ready to tell you what I was thinking about last night. You may want to sit down.